Arrogant Raccoon (4)
The arrogant raccoon's master-slave play had hit a lull due to Yoo Ji-kyeong's blunder. It had been a precarious session to begin with, and once the immersion broke, there was no way to pick it back up.
Right now, the dethroned "master" was squirming in the arms of her former slave, enduring her punishment. Squish, squish. He kneaded Yoo Ji-kyeong's breasts relentlessly, his tone blatantly mocking.
"Whoa, so soft. Our master's tits are all squishy—it's healing this slave right up. That lump in my throat? Totally gone."
"……."
Seo Joo-hwan glanced down at the silent Yoo Ji-kyeong. She looked dejected, displeased, pouty-lipped and sulky all at once. Probably a bit of everything.
This face?
A face that begged to be tormented. So, he would torment it.
"Look at you, all pouty."
He pinched her lower lip between thumb and forefinger. Yoo Ji-kyeong freaked out.
"Aang! It hurts!"
"That's why I pinched it, you bitch."
"Tch."
"Oh? Want me to stuff that lip in?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong rebelliously turned her head and glared at him. Even with her mistake, she was pissed that the play had cut off midway. She'd prepared garter belts she never wore, handcuffs, even ice cream as a prop—plenty of reason to be mad.
But that was her side. Seo Joo-hwan just snorted derisively, as if to say what did you expect?, and pinched her nipple instead.
Pinch!
Yoo Ji-kyeong freaked out again.
"It hurts!"
"So?"
"You pig bastard! Word-slinging bastard! Slave bastard! Womanizer bastard! Horny pig… Mmph!? Mmmph!"
He clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Look at you, messing up and then cursing me out. What makes you think you can, you bitch?"
"Mmmph!"
"Make a pretty face. Then I'll let go."
"Mmph! Bleh~ Slurp slurp~."
His hand got wet. Yoo Ji-kyeong had stuck out her tongue and licked his palm.
Seo Joo-hwan shook his hand off from the tickling.
"Ack! Ughaha! Hey, who told you to lick?!"
"You're suffocating me, slave boy!"
"Who's the slave here? That ended ages ago. You gonna keep calling your oppa 'boy'?"
Bonk! He lightly flicked her forehead. It didn't even hurt, but Yoo Ji-kyeong clutched her head, made a miserable face, and grumbled.
"Tch. I worked so hard preparing."
"Then you should've done it right."
Seo Joo-hwan smirked and teased her. No matter how mad she got, what could she do? He'd given up collecting her fetish anyway—no more leniency.
Then Yoo Ji-kyeong muttered.
"Next time, for sure……."
"……."
Seo Joo-hwan eyed her profile with unease.
This is trouble if I let it slide.
Her face screamed it. Next time, maybe ropes instead of cuffs, a whip cracking down. She'd surely prepare even more meticulously off today's failure. Sneak in while he slept, and he couldn't resist.
Just thinking about it gave him chills. Seo Joo-hwan shook his head. Change the door lock password now?
No more taking it lying down.
A surer method than changing the password came to mind. Seo Joo-hwan reached a decision.
Just do it today.
He'd planned for later, but no time to dawdle. He grabbed Yoo Ji-kyeong's belly fat and called.
"Ji-kyeong."
"Ah, don't grab there! There's barely any left anymore, why grab—"
"Wanna try again?"
"…Huh? For real?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong's eyes went wide.
"You said to stop earlier? And honestly… I don't have confidence I'd do better now."
"Not that. Switch roles."
"…Switch?"
"Yeah. You said you'd grant all my wishes earlier, right?"
Before diving into proper SM play, he'd gotten that promise. Yoo Ji-kyeong gaped, caught off guard. A total deer-in-headlights look.
"That was to switch roles?"
"What'd you think it meant?"
"I thought oppa wanted to be the one getting it……."
Seo Joo-hwan stared down at her in disbelief. She was nodding eagerly, thrilled at her weird misunderstanding.
"Whatever. From now on, you're the slave, you bitch."
"Tch. I like being master."
"Exactly. A proper slave should adore her master."
"What?! I said I like being master!"
"Shut it, bitch! Punishment time—brace yourself!"
"What'd I do wrong?!"
"Oh?"
"Well, a little wrong."
"A little?"
"…A tiny bit a lot?"
"Either a little or a lot. 'Tiny bit a lot'? You making up words? Want a spanking?"
She was inventing terms. This slave needed training.
*
Seo Joo-hwan pretended to rummage in the closet and summoned the items. Whip, candle, handcuffs dangled out.
Yoo Ji-kyeong freaked at the sight.
"Wh-what's that?!"
"Gonna make our slave happy."
"Oppa, you lost it? Can't tell happy from hurt? Writer vocab that lame?"
Seo Joo-hwan scowled. He swore he felt a vein pop. In a comic, a blue cross-vein would bulge clear on his forehead.
Why's she so cheeky today?
On second thought, it was lately. Granting her every play had made her spoiled.
"You cheeky raccoon bitch."
Spoiled raccoons need discipline. He was already immersed in master mode. Things he'd die before doing as the sub now stiffened his groin at the thought of tormenting her.
Seeing him, Yoo Ji-kyeong backed away hesitantly. Whip in right hand, candle in left, handcuffs dangling from his raging hard-on—a naked madman approaching. Anyone would run.
"Oppa, for real? I promised, so okay, but… scary? Yeah?"
Seo Joo-hwan leered sleazily on purpose.
"Not oppa. Master."
"Ah, eek! Whip and candle scary!"
Yoo Ji-kyeong screamed, genuinely terrified. Handcuffs she'd take, but where'd the whip and candle come from? No clue why he had them.
And that face—what the hell!
Backing up, she hit the bed with a thud and flopped onto it.
Thud. Thud.
Seo Joo-hwan approached slowly. His sleazy smirk was chillingly grotesque. She realized even a handsome face could look monstrous.
Unable to take it, she shrieked.
"Your face! Shit! Hey! Face is scary! Oppa! Uh, sob, waaah~!"
Tears burst out. Seo Joo-hwan panicked, tossing the items and flailing.
"H-hey. J-Ji-kyeong, I was joking! Just a joke!"
"Waaah~!"
"J-Ji-kyeong? Look, it was a joke, swear! Hey, you'll wake everyone!"
He soothed her while glancing around. A woman's wail at dawn—someone might come or call the cops.
He pulled the pitifully sobbing Yoo Ji-kyeong into his arms and patted her back.
"It's okay, it's okay. My joke went too far. Sorry, Ji-kyeong."
"Hic, sob, sniff. So we're not doing it now?"
"Of course no—"
About to say not, he sensed something off. For such pitiful sobs, no wetness on his shoulder.
Suspicious, he glanced down. Their eyes met—hers peeking up slyly.
"……."
"Waaah…"
"Shut it, raccoon."
"…Yes."
The raccoon in his arms gauged his mood and ventured slyly.
"Oppa, um, the candle and whip are really scary……."
"It's fine."
"Doesn't seem fine."
"It's fine."
"…Okay."
Today, he had to catch that raccoon.
*
No matter how mad, he couldn't proceed without explanation. Without prior consent, it wasn't SM play—it was assault and torture.
Seo Joo-hwan decided to explain the whip, candle, and cuffs first. With his body, of course. Showing beat telling.
He lightly flicked the whip at her thigh.
Smack!
"Ow… Wait, not really?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong tilted her head. The spot didn't hurt at all.
Effect 1: Inflicts the pain level the target finds most pleasurable. Intensity adjusts to target's desire.
Effect 2: Induces mild submission during sexual activity.
*No permanent wounds, even from hard strikes. Reddening fades immediately after sex.
She'd wanted no pain, so of course. Item whips gave exactly the masochist's desired pain. No scars, safest ever.
Effect 1: Slightly increases sensitivity while restrained.
Effect 2: Instills mild submission while worn.
*No wounds from restraints, no matter how tight.
Effect 1: Slightly increases erogenous sensitivity where wax drops.
Effect 2: Instills mild submission and fear via wax drops.
*No pain from wax; no mental/physical aftereffects.
Handcuffs and candle were the same. Cuffed tight, Yoo Ji-kyeong marveled at her unmarked wrists. She yelped at surprise wax drops, but only slight warmth—no pain. Scraping it off left perfect skin.
"Whoa, this is wild!"
Yoo Ji-kyeong's eyes sparkled. She knew SM toys were like this, but feeling it herself was magical.
Seo Joo-hwan smirked.
"Get it now? No pain."
"Yeah. But zero pain might kill the tension?"
"Fine. I'll set the mood."
"Mood?"
"Threaten a bit. You don't laugh or break it—play along. Or we end up like before."
"Got it. But can oppa pull it off? It's trickier than it looks."
Yoo Ji-kyeong blushed, recalling her awkward attempt. Embarrassing in hindsight.
Seo Joo-hwan smiled oddly at her.
Dunno. Acting's not my strong suit…….
But he knew his looks well. Especially post-changes; he checked mirrors often.
He stroked his face thoughtfully.
Used to hear 'sleazy, rude-looking' a lot.
From past life to recently, his narrow eyes were a complex. Strong features, manly, but slit eyes with visible whites—misunderstood often. Bullied by delinquents in school. Forced a smiling habit.
Now, Facial Plausibility (B) erased the sleaze…….
But blank-faced, even I look scary.
Still needed conscious smiles.
"Ji-kyeong, ready?"
"Yeah, oppa."
"Wrong."
"Huh?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong tilted her head, confused. Seo Joo-hwan slowly blanked his expression. Only one corner of his tight-lipped mouth twisted up.
"Call me master, slave bitch."
…Hic.
Yoo Ji-kyeong jolted, hiccuping from shock. She swallowed and cautiously tried.
"O-oppa?"
Instantly, his hand moved.
Whoosh—crack!
The whip grazed her leg and slammed the floor. Totally different from the light flick earlier.
"M-master……."
His blank eyes felt sharply cold, smile wiped. Nothing like his usual goofy grins. His pupils gleamed icy.